Upon hearing this, Zhimian grabbed his hand and stood up, softly drilled into his arms, with his eyebrows and eyes curled: "Your family."

Duan Zhuo hugged her, smiled deeper in his eyes, and looked down at her:

"Where are you in the playground, are you ashamed?"

Zhimian saw someone passing by far away, and turned his head and could see them hugging each other, so he immediately let go of shame. Unexpectedly, the man pinched her waist, maintained this position, leaned down his face and imprinted a kiss on her lips.

"you……"

"You hugged me, don't I have to give me some gift?"

Zhimian wanted to ask him if he was ashamed of being embarrassed.

But he quickly gave a negative answer. He was not ashamed as he was the thickest-skinned.

She murmured: "You weren't like this before."

When they were together, Duan Zhuo didn't like to show his love in public, or had intimate actions with her when there were too many people, so Zhimian sometimes thought pretentiously that he didn't like her very much, so he didn't like to show off their relationship in front of outsiders.

The man looked at her expression and raised the corners of his lips: "It seems that I didn't do this at the beginning, and some people are a little sad?"

Zhimian groaned, not denying it.

Duan Zhuo raised his hand and stroked her cheek, picked it up slightly, looked at her, and said in a gentle tone: "I want to tell everyone now that we are together again."

Zhimian looked at his dark pupils, and his heart rippled.

"Why do I post a Weibo?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's make an official announcement?"

Zhimian was so scared that his eyes glared slightly: "No, no, no!"

"Why don't?"

Duan Zhuo has more than 10 million fans on the entire network, and Zhimian now has one million fans. This official announcement will be completely inflated.

She is not mentally prepared yet.

Zhimian joked: "I'm afraid your female fans will scold me."

Duan Zhuo frowned slightly, "Who dares to scold?"

Zhimian smiled, "Didn't you plan to announce it officially before?"

"You were still studying at that time, and I was afraid that exposure would have an impact on your life. Now you have a job and are about to graduate."

The little girl thought he was hiding it before, but now he doesn't plan to hide it anymore. He just wants to be more high-profile so that everyone can feel that they are compatible.

"Wait a little longer and find a suitable time." She said.

Duan Zhuo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

I understand Zhimian's feelings at the beginning.

Seeing this, she poked him with her finger, "Why are you not happy?"

He looked down at her, "Okay, wait for your permission."

Zhimian pushed him away, but he still paid attention to maintaining his posture vividly, but his hand was held.

Two people have one big and one small hand.

There is also a cocoon left by holding a gun for a long time in a man's palm, which has a special charm.

His big palm spread out, connecting her fingers.

This is her favorite way to hold hands. Her fingers are connected to each other, and she feels closer to him.

"We'll leave after we finish our work?" he asked.

"good."

The two walked out of the playground. Zhimian turned his head and looked at his handsome side face brightened by the sunset, a little stunning. What she liked the most was his smooth jawline and the Adam's apple with a protruding neck.

"Your partner is pretty handsome."

The man's voice rang out.

"But, you'd better converge, otherwise I'd think you're sending some signal to me."

“…What signal?”

He turned his eyes and glanced at her, "The signal to go home with me tonight to sleep."

Zhimian immediately looked ahead and his head was straight.

...

After walking out of the orphanage, the two of them got into the Hummer. Duan Zhuo returned the key she gave him yesterday: "Cheng Li has driven your car downstairs in the community."

"Okay."

Thinking of last night, Zhimian asked in suspicion: "I read the news this morning. Min Zhijun had a live interview in the morning, but because of his bruised nose and swollen face, it was cancelled. It seemed that he was beaten... Did you do it?"

Duan Zhuo stepped on the accelerator, put his hand on the window frame, turned to look at her without changing his face: "What?"

"You really don't know?"

Duan Zhuo rubbed his chin and said nothing. Zhimian pulled down his sleeve: "Don't hide it from me."

Duan Zhuo chuckled, licked his back teeth, and said, "I didn't do it myself, it's my last kindness to him."

Zhimian knew that this was indeed his style.

He has always been too lazy to reason with others, and he can solve problems with his hands, and never wastes his lips and tongue.

He has been famous for fighting since childhood, otherwise Zhuang Jiarong would not have sent him to the Free Fighting Hall and became a provincial champion.

He is going to go to beat someone today, and the media will probably go to the hospital to visit Min Zhizheng.

Zhimian was worried: "This will not be discovered, right? What if he calls the police..."

"Do you think he dares to call the police?"

If he was really caught and beat him, his affairs would definitely be involved. Min Zhizhao was not stupid, so he could only swallow the blood into his stomach and endured the beating in silence.

A well-known painter, gentle husband and loving father, Min Zhizang wore this hypocritical skin. I don’t know how many things he did without moral bottom line behind his back, and there may even be other girls who were infringed upon him.

This will make you feel relieved.

But certainly not enough.

Duan Zhuo guessed what the girl was thinking and said indifferently: "Wait a little longer, this matter must not be forgotten."-

Duan Zhuo drove the car and took Zhimian to the mall.

Today, Zhimian doesn’t want to work hard for the man to go home to cook, so he plans to have dinner in the mall and can also stroll around.

After arriving at the mall, Zhimian wanted to eat seafood buffet, so Duan Zhuo accompanied her.

The two of them took the elevator to the fourth floor. After entering the elevator, she and Duan Zhuo stood in the innermost place, and then a wave of people rushed in.

Everyone turned their backs to them, Duan Zhuo raised his hand and gently hugged the girl's waist, and Zhimian leaned against him.

"I ate this restaurant with my roommate last time, and there are a lot of things," she whispered.

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Well, then don't you yell tonight to lose weight?"

"Is it a loss to lose weight by eating self-service, okay?"

The two chatted in a low voice. After the elevator arrived at the second floor, the door opened. A middle-aged woman in simple clothes came in, holding a child in her hand.

"I'm going tonight anyway..."

Before Zhimian finished speaking, he looked up at the middle-aged woman's face, and his eyes suddenly became stunned.

The woman turned her back to her, but Zhimian could tell who she was just looking at her back.

Suddenly, her throat felt blocked, unable to speak, and her heart was filled with storms.

The elevator arrived at the third floor, and the middle-aged woman took the child out until she reached the fourth floor. Duan Zhuo led Zhimian out and walked out. Seeing her stunned look, "What's wrong?"

Zhimian's palm trembled slightly, and hatred surged, making her heart beat faster.

"What's wrong? "

Zhimian looked up, looked at Duan Zhuo, moved his lips, and opened his mouth: "I just saw my aunt."

Duan Zhuomeifeng frowned, "Your aunt? Did you adopt your relative first in the family before?"

Zhimian nodded.

Duan Zhuo rarely heard Zhimian talk about her relatives. It was the most distant past in Zhimian. It lasted for five years. He didn't know how Zhimian spent those five years, but in the end he would fall to the point of begging on the streets.

He rubbed her head and hugged her, "It's okay, I'm here."

The one Zhimian hated the most in his life was her aunt.

Her parents were very kind to her aunt's family at the time. Her mother entrusts all the property and Zhimian to her aunt, hoping to take good care of Zhimian after her death, but she was the exact opposite.

Those days were hell on earth and a nightmare that she dared not look back on.

Zhimian calmed down and finally said softly: "Duan Zhuo, I want to tell you about what I live in my relative's house in the future..."

Duan Zhuo coaxed her, "Okay, you can tell me anything, I am willing to listen to everything. And I promise that I will help you pay back the grievances you suffered in the past."

The man's words slowly soothe her irritability like a warm wind. Zhimian smiled faintly, "I'm fine."

She will take back the things that belong to her by herself-
To be continued...